See I got a friend, she is a painter
Linseed oil pumping through her veins
When she gave it up, I couldn't believe her
She called me crying just the other day
If you wanna be what you were born to be
Then you better do what you were born to do
Tell me what is stopping you?
See I got a friend, he is a writer
Wanted to make it to the New York Times
Well he gave it up for a little bit of money
Now he's writing copy of a different kind
If you wanna be what you were born to be
Then you better do what you were born to do
Tell me what is stopping you?
Fear and uncertainty
That doesn't work for me
I'll take my chances on safe mediocrity
Where is the life that I dreamed of so long ago?
If you wanna be what you were born to be
Then you better do what you were born to do
Tell me what is stopping you?
